Working with the step-sis

Erik is shocked, but not overly surprised as he approaches the entrance to Maki’s club. The evening is already dark, the sun setting fairly early this time of the year.

The elevator dings as he reaches the club, the door slides open and the inner bouncer turns, grins and nods in the direction of the bar, before returning his attention to his phone.

“LIL BRO!” Maki calls as she pops out from under the bar, bottle of tequila in her hand, the few guests in earshot look over for a moment before returning to their drinks.

“Hey, Maki.” Erik replies, returning her hug as she throws herself at him, her breasts crashing into his chest as she squeezes her arms around his neck.

“I’m so fuckin’ glad you’re gonna work with me lil bro.” She grins, turning around and moving back towards the bar, Erik takes a lecherous peek at her round ass. He’s given up correcting her on the ‘lil bro’, she seems to do it more whenever he brings it up.

“Thanks again for the job.” Erik says, following her.

“Bitch please.” She says, walking around the bar and motioning him to follow. “I need bartenders anyway. And I’m always goin’ to look out for you.” Her face darkens for a split second before breaking out into a grin. “I pay good, and I get to see you work the ladies.” She teases, grinning wide as she bends over, grabbing another bottle.

“I’m surprised you’re open on a weekday.” Erik says, blushing, looking away from her deep cleavage.

“Lower costs, decent profit.” She explains. “Fewer customers obviously. But I also have less staff on. Why do you think I’m workin’ the bar?”

Erik nods. “And more of a bar vibe than a club vibe?”

She nods in affirmation. “You made drinks before, right? I probably should’ve asked that before, HA!” She laughs, giving her stepbrother an inquisitive glance.

“Just casually.” Erik admits.

“Eh. We’ll keep you on weeknights for a bit.” She says, biting her tongue on the fact that works for her anyway, she needs to keep Vi coming, still committed to catching her in the cat. “Show me what you got.” She nods at the older man approaching the bar.

Erik awkwardly takes his order, managing to make a decent sex on the Beach, the man taps his phone on the eftpos and returns to his booth.

Maki gives him a thumbs up, and tells him to keep taking orders and ask her for any help when he needs it, she’ll call him over whenever she needs to show him something specific.

Erik notices that apaprt from the older men, and the more… Queer presenting men, most of the patrons seem to wait before coming up to the bar, approaching Maki as soon as she’s free, much to their dismay, she does tell some of them to go to Erik, but they do anyway, giving Erik plenty of chances to practice his mixing and pouring skills.

When Maki does elect to serve a guest however, Erik watches closely, and it becomes pretty clear why she gets so much attention.

“Hey baby! Back for another round? Same as before?” Maki asks, her voice syrupy, leaning forward just enough to give the young man a good look at her already exposed cleavage.

“Uhm. Yeah. Please.” He stutters. His eyes glued to her breasts. Erik watches as Maki giggles and shakes her chest, on purpose? Probably. Grabbing the bottle of vodka, she tips it into the large glass, her chest jiggling with every movement. At some point she has to turn to grab a new bottle to replace the one that just emptied, her shirt riding up, her ass bouncing as she reaches up for the bottle.

“Thank you for being so patient, handsome.” She purrs towards the waiting man, who just nods.

She hands over the drink to the waiting man, her fingers touching his as she narrows her eyes, giving him an ungodly amount of eye contact. “Come back soon baby.” She grins.

It’s his stepsister. Erik thinks, as she repeats the act for the next patron. Giving the older patron a submissive look, her chin turned downwards as she flutters her eyes.

He can see that she’s playing every single one of these men. And, even some of the girls. And, he can totally see why it works so well. Seeing her act like this, scratches the same itch that Vi does, the way she flaunts herself, the way she drags her fingers across his cleavage, her arms pressing into the side of her breasts, squeezing the massive lumps on her chest together. The way her back arches as she bends over, turned to the side just enough for the customer to get a seductive display.

Erik has to look away, reaching down he adjusts his bulge. He knows he shouldn’t feel like this.

He glances over again, Maki is biting her lip as she shakes a shaker, the sound of ice cubes hitting metal, her chest jiggling, any faster and they might fall out of her fucking shirt.

Erik looks away… Seeing her be so slutty and open and flirty. It’s driving him wild… This job might prove dangerous.